Definately not my best work, sorry.

This is the story that would have been my suicide.



I'll take a blade to my wrist,
I'll take the grown-up pills,
I'm gonna hang from a rope, a noose,
All in my own good will.

You know I love you, right?
You can't hide secrets that big,
You say you love me too,
Still the hole for my corpse may you dig.

Forever are you a piece of me,
Forever it will be me you ache to forget.
That's the only line in my sick story,
I'll ever regret.

I blame myself for all your misery,
Just like you did,
Just like you do,
Believe me, My dear,
I knew it was true.

This was never your fault,
Me turning out wrong,
It's my personality, love,
It's my biggest flaw.

I hate everything I've become,
My monster inside escaped,
And he's won.
So I'll end this all, and kill him too..
With this loaded gun.